I am deceived and angry,
And white white outside the window .
White snow covered carefully
And postponed for later
Something important and unimportant,
Our teas & nbsp; and Affairs,
Our passions are multistory
White-hot.
White-fair copy had powder.
I follow the sound blindly.
You tell me what's good
From your belated torment?
From deception to despair
It was a short journey.
I don't believe in your remorse.
The snow will melt some day.
snow
© Copyright: Евгения Руслановна Панфилова, 2020
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